Intense

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The days of solitude,
Have deadened all the life in me.
The strength that I once had,
Is slipping from my hands you see.

The people I once knew,
Have faded like a dream in the past.
These empty thoughts of you,
Are lingering in shadows we've cast.

I have seen the writing on the wall.
You won't even listen to me at all.
We are somehow headed for a fall.
That's what I feel inside.
It's what the author failed to hide.

I'll dream of you tonight,
Glistening in sheets of red.
I take you to my heart,
The lines are drawn, the hunger fed.

My mind is drifting now,
Through avenues of dark and light.
You fade away from me,
I can't tell what is wrong or right.

I have seen the writing on the wall.
You won't even listen to me at all.
We are somehow headed for a fall.
That's what I feel inside.
It's what the author failed to hide.